partner's username; master of spaz
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username; Alonzo
name; Hans
gender; Male
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I loved Moffet. As ridiculous as we were, I loved her.
Of course, I was never able to quite understand why she was always rolling her eyes, why she was so quick to hold me back. Why she insisted on being the embarrassing mother-type of a wife.
It certainly wasn't as if I chose to pick fights. I was provoked, and I would have thought a little support from the woman I had been married to for so many years, the woman I had settled down for, would be expected, not too much to ask for. But instead, I was always told off, reminded that I was not really as strong as I boasted to be, and dragged a way from something I would clearly win.
It hurt, sometimes, that Moffet had no faith in me. That she thought me no more than a boasting cow, big-headed with skinny legs, and that she assumed I always needed to be rescued.
I wish she would know that the only one I really wanted to impress, to prove myself to and to protect, was her.
I know she has doubts about our marriage, and I know in her sweet nature she would probably prefer someone a little quieter, kinder, and gentler.
But I could not help my fierce devotion, not at all. No one else in the world could love me enough to embarrass me for my own good.